Slam
All heads in the classroom snap towards the sound of the door slamming shut like a giant gust of wind had bowled it over.
Crack
Safi rolls her eyes and thumps her head down on the desk as she realises her premonition this morning had come true.
Mother fucking Severus Snape would be teaching the class.
She bit back a scream of anger as Snape flounced into the classroom, flipping his wand in hand as he shuttered all the windows closed like the dramatic and ominous asshole he is.
Bang
The last window shut behind the brooding professor as he finally turned towards the front of the class, all eyes on him, except for Safi who was currently thumping her head repeatedly up and down on her desk.
Snape rolled his eyes at her, probably just itching to take points away from Hufflepuff on her behalf, or to give points to Slytherin just for breathing.
The Professor just twitched his emotionless face, and crossed his arms threateningly over his chest.
"Turn to page 394" he enunciated carefully, somehow making every single word come out like a bludgeon to the skull.
Every student in the classroom turned to all look to one another, confusion drawn deep on their brows as they whispered to each other, the same questions on their minds.
"Where was Lupin?"
Harry, of course, turned towards Snape and lazily raised his hand.
"Excuse me sir, where's Professor Lupin?" he asked, ignoring Safi's protests as she tried to slap his hand down from the air.
But the damage was done, and Snape rolled his eyes with a devilish sneer.
"That's not really your concern, is it, Potter?" he spat nastily, turning to the rest of the class.
Safi felt the need to rise from her chair and attack the man, but she was strongly held into her seat by Cherie, who leaned over from the desk behind Safi and clamped her down into her seat by her shoulders.
Harry shook his head at the pair, then turned back to brood at Snape.
"Suffice it to say-" Snape paused, his eyes flirting angrily over Safi like they always did, "-your professor finds himself incapable of teaching...at the present time" he answered mysteriously, turning his back to the classroom. "Turn to page 394" he repeated droningly.
All students collectively rolled their eyes as they all began slowly shifting through the pages of their text books.
Safi looked down at her own book with a pout. This was her favourite class, how come Snape had to ruin everything. Snape is the reason no one can have nice things.
After a few seconds of page flicking, Safi looked down at the provided page and raised a brow.
"Werewolves?!" Ron suddenly called, looking up from his book at Snape with a dumbfounded face.
Then, Hermione suddenly sprang up out of nowhere in the seat right in front of Safi. So suddenly in fact that Safi let out a mangled scream and flailed backward, connecting with the ground with a hard thump.
Hermione raised a brow at her before she just shook her head at Snape.
"But Sir, we just learned about red caps and hinkypunks! We're not meant to start that for weeks" she complained, rising from her chair to help Safi up from the ground.
Snape just audibly sighed.
"Quiet!" he called threateningly, and Hermione immediately shut up, but not without a hurt pout and a quiet huff.
Safi dusted herself off, clapping Hermione on the back in thanks for the support.
Ron suddenly noticed Hermione was in fact there, and Safi realised she wasn't the only one who hadn't noticed Hermione's sudden and confusing arrival.
"When did she come in?!" Ron called out in confusion, then he turned to Harry across the desk, "did you see her come in?!" he cried dumbly.
Hermione just rolled her eyes, but to be honest, Safi knew something was extra fishy about Hermione lately.
Like just last week, Safi had asked Hermione to pass the butter at breakfast, then the next second she walked in from the great hall.
If Safi didn't know any better, she'd say Hermione had somehow invented her own TARDIS.
But Safi did know better, therefore Hermione did in fact invent her own TARDIS.
For now though, Safi would just have to snoop around Hermione for a while and see what's up. However in the present there were bigger things to worry about. Like why was "I can't get a girlfriend even if I love potioned them" Snape teaching the only class Safi actually enjoyed?
And then the great thought began to niggle at Safi's mind.
Something wasn't right.
Safi's nose wrinkled as the familiar nausea overcame her, like a wave of sickness flooding her insides. Merlin she hated having the sight. Most of the time it just made her feel worse, and then only sometimes did it actually come in hand.
She steeled herself as she waited for a vision to overcome her...
But it didn't.
Safi dropped her shoulders and let out a gentle breath and a gentle, chided chuckle.
"False alarm" she thought, and she sunk down into her chair, breathing easier than she had in the past few months.
She then turned to Snape and actually waited for him to start teaching.
"Now..." he droned, "which one of you can tell me the difference between an animagus and a werewolf—-
BAM
Safi inhaled painfully as the nausea came back tenfold and the vision suddenly overcame her, filling her whole mind like someone had just pumped it full of acid.
~the damp earth squished underneath as I raised my snout towards the sky. Suddenly a deep rumble bursts from within, and a howl feels the dark space around me.
I bound forward, my scars straining against my aching skin, the patchy fur billowing around my body.
And all the while all I feel is loss, terror, fear, but above all:
Anger.~
A scream tears from Safi's throat as she comes to, the vision fading away as one thought slips anew into her mind and things suddenly become clear.
"Werewolf! He's a werewolf" she suddenly whispers to herself.
Suddenly, she lifts her head, and her brow immediately furrows.
"Why the crikey fuck am I in the girls bathroom?" she calls aloud, taking in the cold surroundings as she realises she's sitting cross legged on the ground, right behind the sinks.
She shivers as memories of the chamber of secrets comes back, but she pushes it aside as she slowly stands up.
"How did I get here?" she whispers to herself, internally scratching her head.
"You walked in!" a shrill voice trilled.
Safi immediately whirled around and had a fist poised protectively in front of her, before she realised moaning Myrtle was peaking her head sweetly, but weirdly, out from her usual bathroom stall.
"I walked in?" Safi questioned, this time actually reaching up to scratch her head.
Myrtle nodded her ethereal head, floating forwards slowly to stand- well glide- in front of Safi.
"Although at first I thought you were drunk, I quickly realised you were just having another one of your visions! It's been quite a while since you've had one of those, eh?" Myrtle giggled, her transparent voice floating around the bathroom.
Safi nodded slowly, gently pressing a hand against her forehead, feeling it to be clammy and cold.
"They've started coming back, and they've come back with a vengeance" Safi groaned, clutching her head as the usual after vision headache split through her mind.
Myrtle tutted, sighing sadly as she swooned around the bathroom, resting herself against the sinks.
"I bet you've figured out Remus's furry little problem then. Otherwise I can't figure out who else in the school would be a wer—-"
"Don't say it, Myrtle!" Safi snapped, waving her hands in the air to stop the ghostly girl.
Safi then pinned her arms to her sides and began pacing erratically as Myrtle kept silent but left her eyes ever watching.
"It's not my secret to have found out! It's not nice that I found out, it's rude, my sight gift is rude!" she self chastised, drop kicking a stray roll of loo paper across the bathroom, watching it land in the far sink.
Myrtle shook her head in agreement.
"Quiet right, your gift is very intrusive. But then again...oh no I shouldn't say it" Myrtle simpered, twirling on the spot like a ghostly ballerina.
Safi stopped in her tracks, turning to glare suspiciously at the ghostly girl.
"What? Say what?" Safi asked, raising her voice slightly.
Myrtle just shook her head, twirling a piece of her long hair innocently.
"Oh nothing, nothing. Well actually, you shouldn't feel bad at what you've found out. Now you and Lupin are on par. You've got information on him...and he's got information on you" she giggled darkly.
Safi's brows shot up.
"He was lying! He knows something! He knows about my father!" Safi cried erratically, running up to Myrtle with excitement and fear mixing nastily in her stomach.
Myrtle just nodded quickly.
"Oh yes, he knows all about your father. All about him..." she laughed again.
Myrtle always giggled when she talked, but this time, Safi felt as though it wasn't something happy. It was masking something as sinister as sinister could be.
Safi swallowed thickly, she felt like glass was sliding down her throat.
"What are you saying, Myrtle?" Safi asked quietly.
But Myrtle just shook her head, and with a small giggle, she floated upwards to the roof, and disappeared.
Safi was left there, feeling cold, numb, and like Peeves has just dropped a tonne of bricks down her throat.
She had never been this close to information about her father.
For fucks sake, she didn't even know his name.
But now she knows that someone knows.
And if someone knows...
"Then I can know" she whispered.
"GO SAFI GO!"
Safi pumped one fist in the air as the other held tightly onto her broom as she went zooming through the stormy sky.
It was Hufflepuff VS Gryffindor this month, and even though Safi loved Harry to the moon and back, she was going to absolutely throttle his ass.
The past few weeks and all the emotional stress with her visions had left her not only exhausted, but her anger was as pent up as a tiger in a cage. Or rather, a badger in a cage.
She let out a whoop as she flew past the grand stands, hearing her fellow Hufflepuffs cheer her name.
Suddenly, she saw Angelina Johnson up ahead, the quarrel cradled in her arms, and she was heading straight for the goals.
Safi gripped her broom harder, and went soaring towards the Gryffindor girl.
She pulled up beside her, and watched the girls eyes widen and then glare savagely as Safi thumped the quaffle out of her grip and into her own arms.
"See ya!" Safi called out, pulling up ahead and back towards the Gryffindor goals.
Safi zoomed madly, dodging the nasty bludger, even swerving as Fred and George attempted to flank her, but she was on her top game, and she was sure as shit going to rub it in all their faces as she scored this goal.
The rain pelted down across her body, soaking her completely to the bone as she drew back all her strength, and hurtled the quaffle straight through the tallest hoop on the Gryffindors side.
Cheers erupted around her all across the stadiums, but even the roar of the screams was drowned up by the ever falling rain and ever clapping thunder.
Safi zoomed around the grounds watching as the game passed on, Hufflepuff was winning by miles, which she was fucking thankful for, it had been a while since Hufflepuff had won anything. And usually, Hufflepuff were thought to be complacent in this, but Safi was not.
Suddenly, the quaffle was passed to Safi, and she sped off down the field.
"Amy Prads passes it straight into the lovely as ever arms of chaser Safi Psoft! Look at that golden beauty go!" Lee Jordan screamed into the announcer, immediately followed by the sound of a dull thump and McGonagall screaming at him.
Safi just laughed heartily, and zoomed forward, keeping both eyes on the prize.
In the corner of her eyes she spotted Cedric Diggory zooming after a fleck of gold, and soon enough she saw Harry follow suit.
She smirked to herself. She knew how good both of them were. This was definitely going to be a battle for the prize.
Suddenly, the quaffle was knocked out of the crook of her elbow, and Angelina Johnson and Jack Sloper flanked her, pulling forwards ahead with smirks plastered on their faces, Angie blowing a quick raspberry at her.
Safi laughed, but flipped the girl off, Angie was always good for a laugh.
Safi, not one to take competition lightly, sped forward, pulling up beside Angie's flank and bumping her slightly so that the quaffle fell from her arms.
As Angelina gasped, Safi cackled and scooped the brown ball up in her hands, pulling down on her broom to zoom away from the flabbergasted Gryffindors.
Safi zoomed past the bustling players once more, and when she reached the goals, she pulled back on her arm, the quaffle poised ready to blow through the goal, when a vision overcame all her senses.
~the rain hit the already blurred goggles, thunder clapping beside me. The snitch only lay a few feet ahead, but my outstretched arm was frozen solid, and then, the dementor appeared in front of me, and the creature vent it's head to mine, and all my happiness was wiped clean.
Then I fell.~
Safi yanked back on her broom as her eyes flung open, and she let out a terrified scream, like she'd never screamed before.
"HARRY".
She saw it then, Harry's limo body peak peak out from the clouds, and she sped forward, zooming through the rain that seemed to pierce her skin like a thousand frozen knives.
She kept zooming forward, and then, he fell through the cloud bank, and people along the stands began screaming.
Safi reached him just in time, for a second his body was suspended in the air, and Safi just knew Dumbledore had stopped him, she just knew.
Harry's limp body collided with hers, and she wrapped her arms strongly around him, holding him against her.
The weight was hard, but she barely noticed it as she looked down at his slack, paled face.
Before she knew it, she was screaming on the ground, her tears mixing with the unforgiving rain.
Before her misty eyes Harry was whisked away, and then she felt something drape around her shoulders, something soft and warm that seemed to make the rain evaporate off of her body.
But she was numb to the cold, and even more numb to what anyone was saying.
It wasn't until hours later when Harry opened his eyes did she dare to even breathe.
And the first thing the bastard said was a fucking joke.
She reached across the hospital bed and held him in a vice grip, not caring that he winced at her strength.
"Don't ever EVER DO THAT AGAIN!" Safi screamed into his shoulder, feeling him wrap his arms tentatively around her.
"Believe me, I didn't plan on it!" he joked, making her slightly at ease.
The next few hours were spent showing Harry his broken beloved broom, and arguing with Madam Pomfrey about never leaving Harry's side.
Eventually, Madam Pomfrey won, and Safi reluctantly went to bed, where she spent the next few hours plagued with nightmares of Harry falling from the sky.
